Last week, we brought Zara along on our weekly visit to the wet market. She was with Daddy next to the chicken stalls while I was busy with picking up the vegetables for the week.

Daddy told me she turned her head away from the chicken stalls and said, “I’m very angry!”
Daddy asked why.
And she said, “I’m very angry because they are slaughtering the chickens. I don’t like to see them slaughtering chickens.”
Daddy told her without them slaugthering the chickens, we won’t get chicken to eat.
She said, “But I’m still angry they slaugther the chicken.”
She turned her nose up and really did look angry.

On another day, we were talking about beef.
Zara : “I don’t like beef.”
Me : “But you like Ikea’s beef balls.”
Zara : “No. Today I don’t like. Because I don’t like the cows to be slaugthered. You know, beef is from cow?” (like I don’t know).

On another day, “Eating fish is ok, because they are dead already.”

Ha!